Yeah, I don't own Harry, Ron...anything that already belongs to J.K. Rowling, Warner Bros. Or anything.

Gemini was now flying "low profile" over to London. She really wasn't sure how everything had advanced to this level. That weird English dude, Lupin, had told her some bogus Halloween story about witches and wizards, her mom had begun to cry, then laugh, then embrace Lupin lovingly. Before Gemini had realized it she was being shipped off to London. Fun, fun.

Lupin smiled gently, looking over at Gemini. "Don't worry. It'll be great fun. You'll love it. Your father did."

"Whatever."

They fell into a stony silence. The world was a little (cliche) patchwork quilt below the plane. Gemini watched the patches streak by. Her eyelids felt heavy, they began to droop, everything fell away into darkness.

Lupin was shaking her gently. "Wake up, Gemini. We've arrived."

Gemini was groggy. Lupin's haggard face was looking down on her.

They walked in silence together through the concourse. Then through the airport.

"What's going to happen?" Gemini asked quietly.

"Well, I suppose you'll inherit some of, most of, your father's things, and we'll get you set up for school."

"Where will I live?"

"At the school," answered Remus.

"At the school?"

"It's not like your school. This is different. Let's see...first we need to get to Grimauld Place - number 12, your house."

"Oh."

Gemini looked over the houses in confusion. "Lupin, there's no number 12."

"No it's right there. Just think of this." He handed her a tattered piece of paper.

She thought the paper were rather normal, just an address. When she looked up again there was the most rundown looking house she had ever seen.

"You gotta be kidding."

"Nope, welcome home."

If Gemini had thought that the house was horrid on the outside, it was horrific on the inside. It was dark, dank, depressing ( why do I always use alliteration?), not very homey at all. There was a warm aroma drifting out from the kitchen, like roasted garlic.

Lupin must have smelled it too. "I asked Molly to come over. She's a great cook. Now, she probably brought the family, and Harry too - I hope she didn't, it might be overwhelming, but..."

"Why? Nine people, plus Harry, plus you and me, Moody, Kingsley, maybe Dumbledore. Let's see that's fifteen people, I'd say that's a bit much."

Sure enough there were fifteen - no sixteen!- people huddled around the table.

"Let me introduce you. Everybody this is Gemini Black, Sirius' daughter. Gemini I'd like you to meet Molly, Arthur, Bill, Charlie, Percy, Fred, George, Ron, Ginny - the Weasley family- Harry Potter, Alastor Moody, Kingsley, Albus Dumbledore, and Severus Snape."

Gemini smiled uncertaintly, and waved shortly. She was greeted by smiles all around. Well, mostly. Moody gave her what was meant to be a smile, but acted more as a grimace, Percy bit his lip and looked completely disconnected, and Snape, well Snape was Snape.

Molly's dinner was superb. She had cooked it so that the flavors came out just perfectly. After dinner, Gemini, being tired from her long trip asked Lupin to show her to bed.

He led her up creaky steps. "The house is being renovated, sort of. Here, this'll be your bedroom. It was Sirius'. Good night."

Snape had pulled Dumbledore off to the side after dinner. I really don't believe this to be wise, headmaster,"he said.

"Nonsense, Severus, Gemini's destiny lies here with us. What's the worst that can happen?" He left, reentering the group.

"Voldemort, perhaps?"